Quick Transmigration: Male Lead, You’re Overpowered?

People I've known for years are here, and the topic is not too private.

Chumu took a sip of beer and nodded: “A little thought, but not really perfect. ”

He spoke so much that others became interested.

“Thinking about it, what type of new book are you going to write? ”

“When is Spring and Autumn going to send out a new book? ”

“I am the powder of the Book of God. How long will this book be finished? ”

“ …… ”

There are five of us here, except for Trumu.

In circles, they are familiar names.

But the great gods, obviously, are also hierarchical.

For example, Chu's Spring and Autumn pen name, even among the great gods, is the top level, the most poignant figure in the pyramid.

The rest of us, Snow Sea was similar to Chu's Spring Autumn, but the new book released at the beginning of the year did not respond well. Although it is not ugly to rely on a wave of iron fan bright data, this book is indeed a big loss.

The other four, two old gods, two new gods that have risen in recent years, are still short in front of Chu's Spring and Autumn.

Especially those with new book ideas lately wonder what type of new Chu's Spring and Autumn book is.

Better not bump into each other.

Although with their clicks, even if they collide, all the resources are available, it obviously doesn't feel very good to be overwhelmed.

Chu Moo said with a smile: “The new book is still a fantasy. As for the time of the book, it's still early, at least it's the end of the year. ”

It is only August, and by the end of the year it is indeed not a short time.

The two people who have a new book plan are relieved and are ready to consult with their respective editors to set a date for the delivery.

The topic of the next book is still open.

Trumu, however, is also not silly, except for something roughly irrelevant, the true core content has not been revealed at all.

His new book is just an idea, nothing specific comes out.

Though all present were friends who had known each other for at least three years, Trumu could not be fully trusted except in the snowy seas.

……

The party was launched all over the Snow Sea. After eating, he took several more people for a walk to two of the more famous attractions in S City.

As for the evening, there were people who were in a hurry to update, and there were people on the road who were tired of trying to get some rest, so there was no activity.

Chumu is a depositor, and the pressure to update is not great.

He went back to his hotel room, turned on his computer, and recorded some of the inspiration for the new book that had appeared in his mind today.

It was at this moment that the door rang.

It's snowflake.

“Spring Autumn, are you busy now?” He asked.

Chumu took a closer look at him, and the snowy sea, despite its relaxed colour, hid a lull between his eyebrows.

He obviously did not appear to be so exfoliated.

The new book is set in no hurry.

But in front of this friend, it seems to be in great need of guidance.

Chumu leaned aside and let the snow sea enter the door indefinitely. The two of them sat down.

“Snow Sea, is there something wrong? ”

The snow sea could be in front of a close friend, no longer concealed, and the face of strong laughter finally showed a bitter bitterness.

“Do you have any wine?” He asked.

Trumu didn't say much about getting up in the suite liquor cabinet and picking up two cans of beer.

Snow Sea was endless but unhappy. He got up and took a look, swept his eyes around and mentioned two more bottles of white.